Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 22, 2016 18:55:09 GMT -8
*A face appeared eyes fixed on the fight. A voice rang out*
"Whhhhoooo.... These funky Force powers make it so that I can take an occasional boo at the match of all matches..... Mickey... the Force will not save your testes.... Use a jock...."
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 24, 2016 5:30:38 GMT -8
*A familiar face-lift came into focus*
::Really hope s'all good at the Hilarious House of Hillbillies... well except for Whillie Shameless Elvis Impersonator... love Tina. Ohh!! Kick his ass Donald!!!!!!!!
A prisoner of your love
Entangled in your web
Hot whispers in the night
I'm captured by your spell
Oh yes I'm touched by this show of emotion
Should I be fractured by your lack of devotion
Should I, should I?
You better be good to me
That's how it's gotta be now
Cause I don't have no use
For what you losely call the truth
You better be good to me
I think it's also right
That we don't need to fight
We stand face to face
And you present your case
And I know you keep telling me that you love me
And I really do wanna believe
But did you think I'd just accept you in blind faith
Oh sure babe, anything to please you
You better be good to me
That's how it's gotta be now
Cause I don't have the time
For your over loaded lines
You better be good to me
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Post by Inter Galactic Tribunal on Feb 7, 2016 23:22:24 GMT -8
*An image passes by and is gone in a heartbeat*
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Post by Lone Wolf on May 1, 2018 19:33:38 GMT -8
Worn thin from walking on endlessly, so it would seem, he was invigorated by a sudden overwhelming aura of all things omnipotent. Pace picking up he thought this must be the place of the Gods. His soul was filled with Whill. And then a smell captured him eclipsing all and anything - coffee. Eyes closed as he allowed the Dark blend to lead. Yay, though he hath walked through the Valley of Decafe he feared no Withdrawal. And towards the smell he was carried, as if on the wings of angels
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Is mimic a bhris beal duine a shron - often a person's mouth gets their nose broke
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Affiliation: Oglaigh na Irandoideanne - Warriors of the Iron Fists
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 8, 2018 17:25:31 GMT -8
She breathed in deep looking hard at the majestic strange home of the curious Whills. Incredible she thought but held her face cold and flat surveying the celestial abode of the supreme beings who governed the universe wide. The raven on her shoulder cooed softly. The mere sight of this omnipotent place did not overwhelm her at all; if anything it filled her with confidence and with this feeling she turned and walked away without a words said
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Is mimic a bhris beal duine a shron - often a person's mouth gets their nose broke
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Affiliation: Oglaigh na Irandoideanne - Warriors of the Iron Fists
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 14, 2018 20:03:45 GMT -8
Stepping onto the path the crew looked east, then west, north then south and Morrígu confidently turned briskly walking with reason. The Raven stood passive on her shoulder and the other two followed
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Is mimic a bhris beal duine a shron - often a person's mouth gets their nose broke
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Affiliation: Oglaigh na Irandoideanne - Warriors of the Iron Fists
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 14, 2018 21:53:53 GMT -8
Back into the hallowed hallway, separating on dimension from the other they came once again. Here they met the wolfhound keeping a watchful eye on all and everything around them. The four moved along briskly
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Rhiannon Danu
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Affiliation: Council of First Knowledge
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Aug 6, 2018 0:37:48 GMT -8
And there they were. Rhiannon was stunned. The Ancient Order truly existed. she followed in awe
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Is mimic a bhris beal duine a shron - often a person's mouth gets their nose broke
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Affiliation: Oglaigh na Irandoideanne - Warriors of the Iron Fists
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 6, 2018 0:43:57 GMT -8
Grace, Boland and the little girl, followed by 180lbs+ worth of dog walked across the sacred ground
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Rhiannon Danu
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Aug 9, 2018 19:30:49 GMT -8
Outside Rhiannon stopped Grace cold then tore away the cloth covering the wounded finger. Not as if she could run anywhere holding the girl in her arms. Rhiannon stood looking at the hand. Nothing. The child had done something phenomenal. Indeed she had.... The old Jedi examined the hand closely. The wound was closed. Thank all that is holy, she though; no cauterisation. It was still healing but well on the way. And not a sign of infection. A spooky feeling swept over her as she bandaged the wound up again
-Rhiannon-
"We need keep a close eye on it...."
Glancing at Maureen then up to the woman again
-Rhiannon-
"Her I'll attend to soon but she's breathing fine."
Eyes firm on Grace
"We're good for now."
She pulled Grace, who still held Maureen in her arms, along and both rejoined the tribe. Her tribe
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Post by Shaman Odin Alfodr on Nov 13, 2018 5:34:23 GMT -8
Ever the ancient tree grows, swaying as the wind blows;
Ever the piercing eyes seek, watching down their tired beaks;
Ever the greying wolves howl, too long since they once prowled;
Ever the great hall gleams, if only in Allfather's dreams.
So long ago, so far away, was great Odin's brightest day;
His fabled wisdom and ancient lore, is nary but a tale of yore;
His glory faded and power spent, his will is broken and back is bent;
Who once was the greatest of them all, is now but a memory upon this wall.
What once was can be no more - this cycle we have seen before;
but that is not this tale's end - time can break but also mend;
It's never the same a second turn, but often does the past return;
So don't be down, don't be forlorn; from ashes is new hope reborn.
Remembering old times, good times, fun times and many friends across this great planet. The players may change but the game continues. Peace be with you all.
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Post by Huginn & Muninn on Jan 11, 2019 1:56:19 GMT -8
The two brothers flew into the temple and perched atop an empty seat along the hallway. The looked at one another and waited. Huginn looked at the number dispenser, but noted that it was empty. Muninn cawed. The temple was quiet, but there they waited.
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Post by Huginn & Muninn on Feb 1, 2019 20:33:01 GMT -8
Time moved by at a glacial pace, but the two brothers continued to wait for someone to show up to help them.
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Post by Whill Shaman Chrysanthe on Feb 1, 2019 22:33:31 GMT -8
*The cold weather had not suited little Chrys, and she found herself taking some time away in warmer climates. Not that real life climates necessarily affected those on Tython, but it was as good an excuse as any to explain her general absence as of late. Just as so long that no one reminded her that her own gardens possessed its own tundra biome...
Oh dear, she'd just given any would-be detractors ammunition in her own narration, hadn't she?
Regardless, she stepped back across the threshold to the temple, cradling a bouquet of new floral acquisitions in her arms. She didn't make it far before she noticed the ravens perched atop the seat. She scrutinized them with furrowed brow before gasping with realization.* "You're Odin's troublemaking pets, aren't you?" *Despite the accusation, she wore a big excited grin on her face.*
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Post by Huginn & Muninn on Feb 1, 2019 22:58:06 GMT -8
<<Yes>>
<<No>>
<<Sort of>>
<<It wasn’t our fault this time>>
<<It sort of was though>>
<<Ok, but we didn’t kill her>>
<<We didn’t stop it>>
Muninn quickly beat his wings against the air and squawked.
<<It’s wonderful to see you. We have a question that is a little outside of our realm and was wondering if you had direction or could lend assistance>>
Huginn began preening himself as his brother droned on.
<<You see, there is a soul that is lost in the... where was she lost again?>>
Huginn didn’t even look up as he bent his head under his wing and continued cleaning
<<The Valley of the Dead>>
<<Ah, yes, there is a lost soul trapped in the Valley of the Dead. More importantly, she actually doesn’t even belong in this universe as she was brought here by a meddlesome pair of ravens from another universe that look and act nothing like us>>
<<They were exactly like us, but shades of red>>
Muninn went to peck his brother on the head but missed as Huginn moved to clean his other wing. Shaking his head in frustration, he looked back to the radiant Whill
<<As I was saying, this lost soul doesn’t belong in the Valley of the Dead wandering lost and aimless. Quite frankly, it would be beneficial to revive her, but her head seems to be missing from the rest of the corpse. Either way, we were looking to place the lost soul in a more appropriate location but moving beings that aren’t alive aren’t are specialty and we figured a Master Moderator would have either the tools or the knowledge of where we should go to remedy the situation.>>
Huginn finally looked up.
<<Can we store her soul in the crystal at the heart of her lightsaber?>>
Muninn looked over and successfully pecked his brother on the head
<<You goof, this isn’t the Elder Scrolls dimension. That’s level 8.>>
Huginn cawed at his brother
<<Ow! I was just asking. Sheesh. She is a Master Mod; she can practically do whatever! Probably...>>
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Post by Whill Shaman Chrysanthe on Feb 2, 2019 1:08:16 GMT -8
*Chrys watched the brothers' antics and listened to their arguing with a continued grin and scattered giggling, expression only faltering at the mention of a headless corpse.* "Well— Wait a minute. She's not from our universe? How'd she get into our Valley of the Dead?" *She tapped her lips with her forefinger.* "Hmm... I guess technically I can still do something about it... But I'm still confused. Where do you want to put her anyway?"
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Post by Huginn & Muninn on Feb 2, 2019 19:18:10 GMT -8
Muninn opened his beak and let out what sounded like a cough.<<Hold on, let me exercise my voice for a moment. Ahem>>He made what sounded like a throat clearing noise before looking up, beak agape, and began softly cawing.
My thoughts do wander and may not return; while my memories are fleeing, for them I yearn.
He looked back at Chrysanthe. Huginn looked over at his brother, beak agape in confusion before snapping shut.<<So, I mentioned the troublemaking ravens from another universe that are nothing like us>><<They are everything like us>><<They brought their Jedi Charge over to our universe to Ilum. Link for future curious minds. Well, we found ourselves a new charge since our old one fled the galaxy, we were getting bored, and Huginn has a thing for redheads.>><<Me?!>><<So we took our new charge to Ilum to train in the crystal caverns at the same time the others brought their charge in as well. And by the ancient ones wouldn’t you know that the two women were the same.>><<Well, ours leans a little more on the dark side, and poor Blue was a little to green.>><<It was literally a classic Red versus Blue battle, and our charge decided that this was a vision or something and wanted to erase the opposite version of herself.>><<It was super effective.>><<So, Red killed Blue. We last saw her soul in the Valley of the Dead, but the other Ravens took the head that our charge separated from the body with them back to their universe so they can do goddess knows what with it.>><<Plus, the Valley of the dead seemed like a better place than anywhere to leave a lost soul to wander. It’s an ashen valley with no way out. There’s no way for us to lose it.>><<Exactly. So that’s where we need some help and direction. She wasn’t our charge, so we can’t bring her back ourselves. And without a head, it makes things a little more difficult. And our charge probably isn’t willing to go through the process to get a clone made and do the whatever-it-takes to put the soul back in, that’s where a higher power and insight would come in handy.>><<We’re just a pair of storytelling ravens. We lack the power.>>Huginn nudged his brother and cackled<<But really, we just wanted to draw out a Whill to write with for a bit.>>Muninn pecked his brother on the head again.<<Shush! She can read you know!>>
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Post by Whill Shaman Chrysanthe on Feb 2, 2019 21:57:08 GMT -8
"Okay, well, I have just one thing to say... Were we always able to speak in colors? That was weird... and confusing at first. Anyway!" *She went back over the entire conversation in her mind, trying to piece it all back together and follow whatever the peck the birds were on about. It honestly didn't make much sense to her. Shaking her head with a sigh, she asked,* "So you... want me to clone this universe's counterpart... ?"
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Post by Huginn & Muninn on Feb 3, 2019 0:11:24 GMT -8
Huginn cackled
<<I agree with her, dear brother! That was a bit odd to follow there!>>
Muninn scoffed and shook his head as he looked away from the two.
<<Pah! Listen, I put a lot of thought into it and was really excited to make it work like I had imagined in my head, but after it came out I knew it looked "The Dumb" but I was too embarrassed to admit it, so I left it unedited.>>
He sighed.
<<It will remain; a testament to my own arrogance and the folly therein. I will stick with my blue hue of voice for now. I will leave the rainbow colors for another player character's psychedelic trips.>>
Huginn was still cackling through all of this. Muninn retorted by quickly spinning around to peck his brother on the head again to which Huginn flew off his perch and over to new perch over by Chrysanthe.
<<Yes, wait, you can do that? You know, I don't think that is the best option, nor the most interesting one.>>
<<I agree. A clone would just bring us back to the issue we started off with. Mariah will try and kill Blue Mariah once again, and we will be back having this conversation once more.>>
<<We could take the soul and put it in a shoe.>>
<<You stole that idea from an acquaintance.>>
<<Borrowed it.>>
<<Whatever. No. We are not putting the soul into a shoe. Though the saber crystal idea may be fun.>>
<<What?! You stole that idea from me!>>
<<It's dumb, but it could be fun.>>
<<You! Ugh. No. It’s even dumber of an idea than your multi-colored language back there.>>
<<You're dumb.>>
The two brothers paused as they thought for a few moments.
<<Wait, Chrysanthe, you're a Whill, right? Can't you teach her how to do that blue glowy ghost thing?>>
<<Yeah, like that one little green Jedi and Alec Guinness!>>
The two looked eagerly at Chrysanthe
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Post by Whill Shaman Chrysanthe on Feb 3, 2019 16:20:55 GMT -8
*She blinked.* "... I guess? Is that what she wants? I always thought being a ghost like that would be boring... then again there was that one movie where Yoda could call down lightning. Historically inaccurate according to all the records I read, but still pretty cool." *She glanced down at the bouquet in her arms and nodded down the hall.* "Can we walk and talk? I need to go plant these." *Without waiting for a response, she headed further into the temple, the smacking of her bare feet upon the stone floor echoing off the walls.*
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